Sultry, Sassy, Sophisticated Women

Has Being Sophisticated Gone Out of Style?

Sophisticated Women. Grandma, mom and aunts. Brown Betties

My Grandma Gordon (Alice) used to tell me to always be a lady. A preacher’s wife, she was a religious woman, tall and stout. She would have this “thinking look”on her face, that I do today, that my BFF calls my scrunchy face. But, when she smiled at you, the scrunchy went away and she smiled at you with her heart. In the early ’80s she sent me a card with a photo. She lived in Indianapolis and had been hired as a Kroger Greeter. The photo showed her with her wire-rimmed grandma glasses, with hair neatly pressed and pin-rolled in her grandma 40s-style rolls and she was smiling. Her trench hung neatly over her shoulders, her hands clasped demurely at her waist and a very large, blue-ribbon pin was planted on her shirt announcing her coveted position. She was so proud. And I’m sure she was hired because she was a lady.


Grandma (Alice) Gordon  with my brother, Shakir

My mother’s mother, Grammy, (Alberta) is a different kind of lady. She lives in Kansas, worked at KU, wore pencil skirts and heels and stylish wigs and would often have a Pal Mal cigarette dangling from her long, painted fingers. She has four daughters (pictured above) she tended to. She taught me how to make cheesecake and would give me bits and pieces of costume jewelry and talk about makeup, because that’s what she loves to do. Grammy is also the type of lady who, when angry, could smile quietly and perhaps ask if she could talk to you for a moment and quietly cuss you the f*ck out; but quietly, in your ear, for you to hear with impassioned heat and personalized emphasis.

Grandma Alberta White Brown Bettie

Grammy (Alberta White)

Both of these ladies are sophisticated and taught me how to be such. My Grandma Gordon passed on, so I can only call on memories of her talking to me while smiling at me from her Chambers stove where she fried the best bacon and made the best eggs while coffee percolated on the kitchen table. I can luckily still call my Grammy whenever I want (sort of; it has to be before 8am or so, on Grammy time), and she will tell me about her doctor’s visits and call the doctor “that little so-n-so” and then giggle this giggle that we both know is only to keep the rest of the words she wants to say (or has already said privately during her appointment) trapped in mouth.

I try to live my life honoring these women. I try to cross my legs when seated in a restaurant. I try to speak with kindness, while being direct and honest. I try to wear lipstick, I try to keep do my nails on Sundays. I try to keep my shoes looking nice by fixing my heels when they get eaten up by these Prague cobble-stoned streets. I try to walk with my head high, shoulders back and with a small switch in my hip to let ’em know where I come from. I try to read the Financial Times, The New York Times and BuzzFeed so that I know what’s going on and can have intelligent conversations at dinner parties. I try to do these things that allow me to be a smart woman. A sophisticated woman with some sense, some compassion and some gosh-darn couth. I’m not as bold as my Grammy nor as pious as my Grandma Gordon, but I take plenty of pencil skirts and pin-rolls from them to help me be who I am. To me, this is being a Bettie.


I can spot another Bettie a mile away. Maybe she’s got some grandmas swirling around her; maybe she’s self taught. But I can assure you that I almost always see her before I hear her, because her presence is that strong…that sophisticated. The women I associate myself with are this.

Brown Betties How to Be Sophisticated

Think about what makes *you* sophisticated, and be that. Today and (almost) everyday. Because being sophisticated has not gone out of style. You’re keeping it alive. Just in case you need some help, here are three (fun) tips to help you be sophisticated.

3 Tips to Be Sophisticated

  1. Show don’t tell.
  2. Treat people with respect.
  3. Chew with your mouth closed.

Thank you for reading this and for being a Bettie.




When a Bettie finds a new love.

A New Love

Love has always been something that amazes me, that fuels me, that lifts me, that makes my world go round.  I am enamored with love and how it takes up space in our lives and pushes us to do things we never thought we would, to take chances, to step into the unknown, to feel all the feels, to be vulnerable, to expand ourselves bigger than we ever thought.  Love has always strengthened me and it should because it is one of the only components in the world that we can all relate to and whether we know it or not we all yearn for.  I grew up in a house full of love, full with love from my parents and being a witness to the love my parents have for each other.  Growing up in a loving household made loving others easy, it allowed my heart to be open to love.  When I married my husband, I knew he was the one, I knew he was my perfect love in this life and our love spoke a different language that only he and I could understand.  We have navigated love in our own way and it is beautiful and fulfilling.

A couple of months ago, I fell in love with someone new.  Someone unexpected and my heart jumps out of my chest and is shown so clearly on my sleeve.  I have found another new language to speak and tears of joy are a constant as I look into my new lover’s eyes.  He is beautiful, wonderful, more than I could have dreamed and everything and nothing that I could expect.  My son, my fruit, my baby boy…our son, our fruit, our baby boy was born on December 10, 2018 and he has changed me forever.  A warmth fills my body as I write these words because my love and happiness overwhelm me and sometimes all I can do is cry for this gift I have been given.  My son, Kairos gives me new life, he gives me a new everything because his newness renews my soul, my heart and makes me know all is always ok.  I am pushed forward, wrapped tight, expanded in ways I never knew and seeing life through a new lens.  People ask if I feel different and the answer is, “Yes.”  I am different.  I am different as a woman, a wife, an actor, an artist, a daughter, a friend and a mother.  I see in new levels of color and beyond myself.  Kairos means God’s timing or the most opportune time…not human time and so I am reminded of that daily.  That this life is filled with what we want to do and how we think it should get done and when it all should happen but we all know life is happening for us always and that is God’s time.  My son reminds me of that and it has given me a new confidence, a new trust in myself and what I offer to the world, to relationships, to myself and stepping into that boldly with no filter but confidence that I have produced someone so wonderfully beautiful has landed me into what I call my new normal.  We have produced the best project we will ever do and it has taught me to step into my light even more, to know that I am always enough and that love does change people and change the world. Kairos my son, I love you!

By Keena Ferguson

Keena is an “Original Brown Bettie”, meaning she was one of the original cast members of Harlem’s Night Cabaret, where Betties began. Please learn more about her life now by visiting her website and following her on social. Links below
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Why it’s hard to be human (or, how to let go of fear).

My lord, is it hard to be human.  I learned this very clearly while on the radio.  I was the co-host and co-producer of a love and relationships internet program for many years back in LA called Finding Cupid with David Cruz, and it seemed all our guests were having the same troubles: balancing and finding their way through the tumultuous journey of being a human being.  And then I said it out loud, on the radio, for the very first time. It’s Hard To Be Human. And the truth resonated. And my company name and subsequent podcast was born.

How do we do this thing, this act of being a human?  How do we make sense out of this ever changing experience of our…humanity.  That is, of course, if we’re paying attention. If we’re willing to struggle; to do the work.  Ooof. A tall order sometimes for sure. How much easier might it be to be a domestic housecat; being fed, taking naps during the day in the sun.  Oh, how I often wished I was born into another form! It took me a long time to come to terms with my own human animalness. It took me a while to understand that it’s Hard To Be Human, and that’s it.  If you’re doing your work, if you’re finding some joy in the struggle, you’re on the right path. You’re doing a great job.

These elements, issues, psychological experiences enthrall me and pushed me to leave the radio world of love and relationships to want to dig deeper; to delve into the source of our pain and struggles – our humanity.  Hence, in a special studio space in the heart of Prague, the first ever pilot of the Hard To Be Human Podcast was born.  Hard To Be Human is the umbrella brand name of my business.  And when I interview folks for the podcast, the intention for it – as well as for my public speaking business – remains the same.  To share the truth, vulnerability, frailty, and thereby transformative strength of the human condition, with all its ups and downs, in a manner that resounds with authenticity and relevance.  

My business is growing, but my podcast is sleepy.  While engaging in my reality about why the podcast has been a silent stepsister to my public speaking persona, the truth is is that I’ve learned about my own limitations, how long it can take me to learn, and how beautifully I thrive within a collaborative and cohesive environment.  And if I don’t have this perfect soil for my development, I can, at times, shrivel on the vine. The gorgeous folks who all helped me with my pilot episode, all have rich and vibrant lives of their own and thereby needed to grow in directions different than being my co-host or my sound engineer.  So, I let her sleep. Dealing with my insecurities about how to make it viable. People asking about it and me having nothing to say. All the while, looking at my reasons why I have yet to make it more active; a more vital part of my enterprise. And I’m here now to honestly say, I’m looking at my fear and finally seeing it for what it is.  A kind reminder that a human is often not ready until, well, they are.

I needed to grow into a more confident place, where I could really stand WITH my courage, feel it inside me and welcome it without question, and therefore with conviction put my HtbH stamp on my own work. Two years ago I was reconfiguring the broken stained glass of my life into a new frame.  I was still finding my voice post-divorce, post the loss of my father, with my new life in Central Europe, my new life as an expat. Sometimes it takes a while to find your way. It just does.

It’s now 2019. I’m witnessing my business start to slowly flourish due to increasing my public Hard To Be Human presence through workshops and promotion.  And I now have three more podcast recordings ‘in the can’ that just need a little love, a little focused attention by me, and my Nikki “No Fucks” attitude to help get it out of bed and bring it to life.  And the best part is that due to the culmination of all my years of being an Artist, a Producer, and an Educator, I believe in trusting the process. I wasn’t ready before. I had needed a team. I still do, and yet I am now living in the clarity to know I can also do it on my own.  The fear that once protected my brain and my abilities no longer serves, and my voice and the voice of those I’ve interviewed are stronger than my need for collaborative perfection. So, I’m getting there. And the technology rises to me and my challenges. I am learning. I am changing.  I am evolving. As, hopefully, we all are. So, get the coffee ready. Soon, the Hard To Be Human Podcast will be fully awake and ready to go.

– Nicole J. Adelman, founder Hard To Be Human; Prague Bettie

htbh jpeg nicole

Hard To Be Human is an international Public Speaking enterprise founded by Nicole J. Adelman. We teach professionals in all fields, specializing in non-native English speakers, the skills of Rhetoric, Elocution, Enunciation, Speech Writing, and how to release, unlock and fully express their English. We focus on preparing our clients for public speaking events such as corporate presentations, TED talks, and auditions at all levels. Working with Hard to be Human means immediate results; greater confidence, increased knowledge of English and how the language works, and the subsequent joys that occur with learning these skills.  

Hard To Be Human is also an international human interest podcast, based out of Studio SAVEC ( in Prague, Czech Republic, where issues and questions that challenge us, make us grow, and ask us what it means to be HUMAN are discussed and explored. Good Vibes, Great Guests, Invigorating Conversations – it’s Hard To Be Human.
The next in the series of the Hard To Be Human public workshops will be March 9th and 10th at Studio SAVEC in Prague.  Click here to register: Hard To Be Human Workshops

When being brave shows us the way.

BYOB Ms. Bettie photo by Landi Maduro

This past weekend, I presented the first Be Your Own Bettie (BYOB) workshop of 2019.

Ten years ago, I was sitting with a dear friend from my book club and I told her my idea of wanting to do a workshop for women. She’s a photographer who also loves to design and decorate; she has a really great eye. In what felt like two seconds (or most likely, two or three meetings), she had a design concept and we were ready to go.

The first workshop was a blast. Everything was pink. Pink petals welcomed the women as they walked in. A pink cake ordered from Albertson’s had a pink version of the Bettie logo emblazoned upon it beautifully. There was pink champagne. Pink table cloths adorned the tables decked with pink napkins and plates. There was classy water with lemons and limes. A fruit tray. It was gorgeous. Feminine. Delicate. Everything we wanted and imagined, came to be.

With much promoting and a little prodding, women showed up for what was a truly empowering event; both for them and maybe even a little more for me. I’d never done something like this before; I was scared. I was shaking when I spoke, but my soul and my intuition spoke louder than my fear and I stepped out before those women on sultry faith mixed with a bit of bravery. And we did the damn thing.


First BYOB 2009 || LA 

Subsequent BYOB’s were just as lovely and just as fulfilling. But they got harder and harder to do. My passion didn’t wane, but the funds in my wallet would. Or the energy and focus to promote and get participants would falter. Or I’d get a new temp job or acting gig or my cat would get sick…something would happen and I’d stop. And then start again. Because I loved what I was doing; I believed in what I was doing and for whom I was doing it. So I would press on.

When I moved to Prague, I had no intention of doing anything Bettie. But, you know the power of the Bettie and the power of passion! Betties were born again, as was the workshop. I had a creative space at Studio SAVEC where I presented several workshops to international women from all over…including a travelling group of sistahs who were spending three months in Prague on a wander year away from the US. I also presented in a private home for a beautiful woman and mom who wanted to share the sultry with some of her dear multinational friends after having taken my public workshop at Studio SAVEC. And I presented yet another BYOB workshop during the SWAN festival to a group of women representing places like Bosnia, Syria, Russia and more. I learned that sensuality translates. Empowerment translates. We did the damn thing. It was gorgeous.

BYOB Swan Festival

SWAN Festival BYOB 2016 || #Prague

While in Prague, I also learned I had to let go. Gone was the Albertson’s logo cake; who could find or afford such a thing on an ESL teacher’s salary? Gone was the signature red, slinky Bettie dress that was in storage in the states. Gone were the patent leather stilettos I’d purchased specifically for BYOB. Those things that were aesthetically important to me were simply not available to me. I didn’t feel very Bettie; why go on? But, once I got over myself (with the help of girlfriend talk), I realized I still had the important thing: Me. So I pivoted. Pink became red. Hors d’oeuvres became rohlíks with Gervais and bright veggies. Red slink was replaced with black slink from my favorite second hand shop, Textile House on Malá Štěpánská. Stilettos were replaced with heeled booties from Tesco, the Target of Eastern Europe. BUT! One sophisticated thing remained (besides me :)). The bubbles! I scoured the obchody (shops) for cheap champagne glasses I could afford and it was on. BYOB lived on through me, with me and for others.


First Studio SAVEC BYOB || #Prague

When I returned home to the US, I knew the Bettie burn would rekindle itself. Yet, I didn’t want to do it all the same way. I wanted better. I wanted bigger. Again, I had to calm myself down; to meet myself where I was with what I had. For one, I had to wait over six months for my ankle to heal; no dancing or cat-walk strutting on a broken bone. I had to rework the Bettie brand and website. I had to get in shape mentally and physically. I had grown in so many ways. And then it was time. I pulled the trigger. Once again, I was scared. Worried about the work that was to come to make the workshop happen. This type of fear is the reward you earn after completing your first, second and third rodeos, isn’t it? I had to suck it up. If this was what I wanted, I had to be brave.

I pulled out the pink Bettie suitcase where stuff was stored. I combed through the supplies my dear friend and I created. Threw out what I no longer needed, kept what I did. My blue print was solid. I got to work. I found the patent Bettie heels in storage. Took the red slink to the cleaners. Found the fishnets. And the eyelashes. Hired a designer to rework the materials I had designed in Word and would print and hand cut tediously. Dusted off my boxed and stored champagne glasses. Graciously accepted the help of my former wine-business boyfriend with getting champagne*. I was ready.

As I scrambled to leave our apartment this past Sunday, all dolled up and saddled with a gurney of supplies, I turned the wrong way and my box of champagne glasses tumbled to the concrete. The splintered sound of twelve flutes shattering to an unusable mess sent me into a fit filled with major expletives that reverberated through the hallways of my apartment building. Amid stares from a passing neighbor, I picked up the noisy box of clinking shards; I didn’t do the work to smile and hide my anger like I usually do. Screw that. NOT covering, not hiding. NOT happy. So, I grumbled and kept cursing and kept pulling my weight. I really wanted to cry, but that wasn’t worth the sacrifice (or time) of re-gluing my eyelashes. I wanted to cry at the absurdity of having saved and carted those champagne glasses for ten years to have them break in such a stupid way. I also wanted to wail really loudly because WHO can drink champagne from a f*cking pink cardboard cup? NOT my girls, not on my watch. Not me. Not cuuuuute! I wanted to whimper sorrily because my boyfriend had offered to help me with all the shit before he had to leave (for football); he had warned me about being able to handle it all … but I’d waved him off, saying I could. (Grrrr.)

By the time I got to the elevator, I had pulled myself together. Somewhat. In my deep breaths, I found clarity. I remembered Prague. BYOB isn’t exactly about the vessel from which we drink. It helps a helluva lot because the women deserve it, but it ain’t about that vessel. It’s about so much more. As is life, right? We tend to have what we need to succeed; it’s when we add so many expectations to the heap of what’s already going on that we crash and burn. Not necessary. As I shoved everything into the elevator with the poise of my new maturity, I resolved myself into accepting that the girls would just have to drink out of the cardboard cups and all would be … “fine”.

Hot, flustered, excited and pumped, I arrived at my new swanky venue to the wide, expectant eyes of my brand new and waiting assistants. In a frazzled mess of instructions, I blurted out that I had lost the champagne glasses and that we’d have to improvise. One of them, young yet wise, who goes by @learnfromabird on Instagram, looked at me calmly, sharing her zen. She explained that she lived in the neighborhood downtown. Knew the shops (obchody). With finger raised, she said, “I got you.” And within 20 minutes, while @__________sin and I continued to set up, Bird was back with more champagne glasses and all was right with the world.

The beauty of BYOB is that women come together. And not for nothin’. Showing up to something where you have no idea what’s going to happen, is brave. Showing up again, and going deeper within that environment that is asking you to do some self-work, is even more brave. Showing up one more time as a woman who knows she has something to share that will benefit another is super enlightening.

The funny thing is, we do this all the time. Showing up to the job. Going on an interview. Going to a parent-teacher meeting. Going on a date. Presenting at a meeting. Going to brunch with girlfriends. Waking up for another day with yourself. Showing up with no champagne glasses. We do it all the time. BYOB shows us another way to do it. I’m so grateful I’ve been shown and continue to show the way.


BYOB January 2019 #LA | Photo by Landi Maduro





*I’ve been schooled by my boyfriend that I’m usually serving sparking wine, not Champagne. ‘Cause, you know, there’s a difference. #bubbles. Pffft 




When Opportunity Struts

We’ve entered a new year and with that comes that age-old sense of excitement, fear and anxiety. What also comes is opportunity. And that’s a very good thing.

I spent the last half of 2018 re-branding Brown Betties away from our beginnings, which was a sultry, sassy, sophisticated lifestyle brand that was performance based and lived primarily onstage in our dinner-theater burlesque cabaret show or dancing at private and corporate events. We’ve enticed many audiences over the years and we’ve always done so with a sense of pride, dignity and sensibility that was uplifting and representative of women. The brand has grown (as have I) and the Brown Betties brand is now more about education through empowerment and less about us booking gigs where we can dazzle in our fishnets and stilettos.

It was hard for me to make this transition because I love fishnets…I love knowing that we still are the only group of women out there doing specifically what we do. I loved our beginning. What’s cool, is that, with the guidance of international creative strategist and brand specialist Viktoriia Rozsokha, I learned that nothing about what I’ve lovingly worked on to build Betties has to vanish, it merely needed some reworking in order to grow under a new spotlight.


This new year will provide a lot of opportunity for the brand to reach out and continue to help women grow. We’ll still offer the fabulous Be Your Own Bettie (BYOB) workshop and we’ve added new programming that will continue to develop: Knowing Your NO, When Collaboration is Your Little Black Dress, and How Women Produce. Additionally, you’ll see the website grow with helpful blogs and a resource section that highlights the products, services and advice from the”Bettie-preneurs” in our BYOB family.  I’m hoping you’ll see the value in these programs and offerings not only because I love them, but also because I believe in the power of community; I believe in the power of women and I believe in the power of the stiletto.

Brown Betties began in 2005; fourteen years in, I’m super excited to continue on this journey and hoping you’ll strut with me as we teach one another how to be.

For those in LA, see you January 20th for the first BYOB workshop of 2019, and the first since its presence in Prague. Be sure to sign up now; spaces are intentionally limited so that this intimate, beautiful experience can remain that way.

Wishing you the best!


Peppur (aka ♥ Ms. Bettie ♥)


Knowing Your NO

Knowing Your No – {Panel + Discussion}

You know when enough is enough.

But do you know how to use your voice to speak up?

The Story:

As the creator and founder of Brown Betties, I’ve had my experiences with sexual harassment. I learned from those experiences that while I knew I certainly didn’t feel good about what was happening in the moment, I couldn’t always find my voice to speak up and say, “No.” Or, when I did finally find my voice, it was too late.

I don’t want this to happen to anyone else.

The Course:

+Panel Discussion

+Breakout Sessions/Workshop

“Knowing Your NO” will be an event that includes a panel discussion with key note speakers who have experienced sexual harassment in the entertainment industry.  Additionally, professionals in law, human resources and mental health sciences will be in invited to speak and lead breakout sessions.Through sharing stories and advice, our goal will be to let women know they are not alone; to help them avoid situations that can be potentially harmful; and how to find and use their voice.

The Dates:

Coming Soon. Projected for March/April 2019

Please check back for more information. Interested? Please sign up now so that you are the first to hear when registration begins.

Knowing Your NO – {Panel + Discussion}






How Women Produce

How Women Produce – {Discussion}

Women have a way of getting things done.

But do we know how we do what we do?

The Story

Knowledge is power and I believe in sharing what I know. I’ve been producing projects both in the US and internationally for nearly twenty years; I’ve learned a lot and still have a lot to learn. I think this is valuable because from birthing children to birthing films, women get things done and sometimes the smallest bit of information shared is the one thing that saves another woman from spending time repeating avoidable mistakes. It is my goal to provide a forum of sharing; therefore we’ll dissect strategies, pitfalls and successes that help us produce…anything.

The Course


“How Women Produce” will take the form of coffee table, happy hour and online sharing sessions that will occur once a month, the last day of the month.

NOTE: If you are a Bettie professional with information to share and would like to be a guest speaker, please contact me here

The Dates

The launch will be February 28th. Please check back for more information.


Interested? Please sign up now so that you are the first to hear when registration begins.

How Women Produce – {Discussion}






Be Your Own Bettie

Be Your Own Bettie (BYOB) – {Workshop}

 Power comes from within.

But do you know how to turn on the light?

The Story

While studying acting in New York, my acting coach would tell me that I was hiding; that I wasn’t using all of the tools within that I possessed. She was talking about my sensuality. I am a borderline tomboy from Wisconsin. On top of that, as a budding teenager, I would become embarrassed by attention that was directed towards my looks, so I would hide. That hiding carried into adulthood and it took some time for me to realize that I was dimming a light; I was not operating at full power. After creating the Brown Betties, and women asking me, “How can I be a Bettie?”, I knew I wasn’t alone.

This sultry, sassy, sophisticated workshop began in 2009 and has been modified for baby showers, wedding showers and milestone birthdays. It has also traveled to Prague. Learn more about BYOB here.

The Course


BYOB is a unique experience that includes dance, writing exercises, sisterly bonding and empowerment exercises. This entertaining, sentimental and eye-opening experience unfolds in an intimate and safe environment that is unapologetically feminine while it satisfies your soul and soothes your senses.

The Date

Sunday, March 24, 2019
4:00 – 6:00 pm

The Location

The location is a private DTLA loft . Upon ticket purchase, the location will be shared.

Purchase your ticket now.

BYOB March 24 2019

BYOB is a fulfilling and life-changing experience that includes dance, writing exercises, sisterly bonding and empowerment exercises. This intimate, sentimental and eye-opening experience is two-hours of loveliness that satisfies your soul and soothes your senses. Sunday March 24 4:00 – 6:00 pm. ONLY 20 participants allowed. Includes champagne and light delights. Upon purchase, a link with the DTLA Loft address will be sent to the email used to purchase BYOB.



Interested in future BYOB workshops? Please sign up now so that you are the first to hear when registration begins.

Be Your Own Bettie (BYOB) – {Workshop}






When Collaboration Is Your Little Black Dress

Photo by Kailey J Flynn - Brown Betties

When Collaboration Is Your Little Black Dress – {Panel + Networking Workshop}

Together we accomplish great things.

But do you know how to come together…right now?

The Story

In 2012, I realized that I was spending a lot of time reaching out to people to help me who weren’t really returning my calls. At this time, I also realized that I had done some pretty amazing work with the fabulous women who were standing right next to me, and not those who were an email or a phone call away. It was then that I began to honor the strength of my circle; I made it a point to support the women around me who needed help and I embraced the power of collaboration.

My collaborative tribe and I presented a panel at the Pan African Film Festival and it was a hit. I’m bringing this puppy back with even more value-added value.

The Course


+Breakout Networking

+Accountability Activities

With a group of successful, driven, soulful and purposeful women, you’ll enjoy a session of network, sharing and accountability activities. This event will introduce you women and peers you may not know; will awaken your creative energy and will keep you accountable to your self-appointed tasks. Join us!

The Dates

Offered quarterly.

January 6th – Completed

April 7th

August 11th

October 13th

Interested? Please sign up now!

When Collaboration Is Your Little Black Dress – {Panel + Networking Workshop}



Knowing What’s Right.

Do you spend a lot of time worrying about what’s right? Do you worry if you’re making the right decision? Wonder if you’re doing the right thing? Struggle with making the right choice…? So do I!

Being a perfectionist is partly to blame for this “Is it right?!” curse. I’m aware of that. Maybe you are, too. I’ve learned that one way to battle this insanity is through team work. You can’t do things alone. You’ll never be perfect. You can’t get every single thing right. And sometimes you need a good girlfriend to tell you that. And other times, you need a teammate to pick up and do where you can’t. The Brown Betties – both LA and Prague – are some of the most notorious girlfriend-teammates a girl could have.

In January, I was blessed with an opportunity to speak at the American School of the Hague in the Netherlands where I gave a speech to the high school and middle school students on “Being Great”. I was also truly gifted to teach some awesome workshops including one with the school’s dance team. Our session was run by the talented dance student, Noga Arad (who is very much on her way to being a fabulous choreographer. Watch for her!)  I taught the girls and guys in the class our Bettie signature dance, “Hey Joe”, which was a fabulous first for me in many ways. It was the first time teaching this choreography to a large group of students and the first time to young gentlemen! We had a great time modifying the choreography and as always, I implored them to find what in the dance works for them. While we  all learned from each other, I spoke to them about the trials and tribulations of being a creative, of being a business woman, of being someone with hopes and dreams and being someone who worries about getting it right.

Meanwhile, back at home in Prague, the Betties were booked on a great gig; a private event at the gorgeous Royal. I couldn’t be in two places at once, I couldn’t figure everything out and make it all work, so the girls stepped up to make the Betties work. As they always do. One took on managing rehearsals, another worked out our costume look and our newest Bettie (Yazz, pictured above) knew the venue and helped the girls navigate the venue the day of the event. They got it right.


Bettie Ally

Brown Betties as a brand is all about vintage. For this event, the client wanted a 20s look. Bettie Amanda created a look for our Betties. With Bettie Marina modeling, here is Amanda’s tutorial on how to do a 20s vintage hairstyle that could be great for everyday or a special vintage wedding look. We love it!


Bettie Nicole

By the way, “Fever” is playing at my café while I write this. I take that as a sign, because it is one of my favorite songs. Whenever I hear it, I know I’m in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing.


Bettie Amanda

I wish you right-ousness today and always…and when you can’t achieve it alone, get thyself a team so that you can all rise to the occasion.



Peppur (aka ♥ Ms. Bettie ♥)